Wen Ran's eyebrows were tightly furrowed, especially when Mo Xiuchen mentioned the moment when the woman's dagger plunged into his flesh.
The clear heartache in her eyes reflected in his deep ones, causing Mo Xiuchen's heart to tighten.
Having finished speaking, he quietly waited for Wen Ran to respond.
Wen Ran didn't immediately speak.
For a instant, the hospital room was so quiet that only their breathing could be heard. Mo Xiuchen's heart seemed suspended in mid-air, far from contentment in the silence.
"Sister Ting must be blaming herself, you didn't eat the breakfast she brought this morning. It's not her fault. That woman came to you with a dagger, which means, she intended to harm you from the beginning."
It took a full two minutes before Wen Ran spoke. Her calm and rational words bore no hint of jealousy or displeasure.
She paused, then asked, "Where is the woman who stabbed you now?"
